Kaam Wali Ka Mast Doodh - Part 1
Hi friends, I am Kunal, age 36, from Pune. I am going to narrate my encounter with my lactating maid. This was the time when my wife went to her hometown during her second pregnancy. It was for almost 8-10 months. I was living alone in my 2 BED room apartment and our maid Sangita was coming daily for day-to-day work and cooking in the morning and evening. The maid was around 30 years of age and had one infant boy of age 1 at that time. Her husband was working in the gulf and she was living there with her mother-in-law, father-in-law, and younger brother of her husband. She was of a dark to the fair complexion and had a nice body. She used to call my wife every day in the house to check and inform her about cooking status etc. If she needed anything, she would convey it to my wife, and accordingly, my wife used to inform me and I was getting that. My interaction with her was okay. Now, as the days progressed, I felt lonely and during the Covid time, I was working from home and living alone. So, I started my old habit to read stories. And then I noticed that I had one female around me with whom I could give it a try. Slowly, I started interacting with her. As due to covid many families left Pune, the maid was having time to spend more time at my place. I also advised her to reduce visits to other houses and just work for our house and we had managed the money part for her. She used to come around 8.00 am and leave by noon and again come back at 6.00 pm till 8.00 pm. My wife had asked her to come with the child whenever she required. We had given her full permission to be in our house. So, once covid started, she used to come with her baby boy who used to play with toys while she works. I used to play with children as well. Sometimes, when the child started crying, I used to pick and give it to her. She used to take the child and take them to another room for feeding. I was not getting hot while seeing her going to the room, but I wanted her to do that in front of me. After a few days, I asked her if she needed it, she could come to our bedroom where AC was running, so it would be easy. In the kitchen, it would be hot. So, she started coming into our bedroom where she used to feed and sit in the corner. I started chatting with her about her life, etc. She was from another part of Maharashtra but married here. She had studied till 10th and used to talk to me about my work, etc. I also noticed that she was not using any bra. So one day I asked her- Me: Sangita, tumko paseena ghar mein hota hai. Magar bedroom mein sirf blouse mein hota hai? Sangita: Nahi saab, ye paseena nahi hai. Ye to mera doodh hai. Me: To tum bra kyun nahi pehanti? Sangita: Hum nahi pehante. Mehangi hoti hai. Aur hame kaun dekhta hai? Me: Kyun nahi dekhta? Sab dekhte honge tumhe. Watchman se lekar sab office waale, security waale, driver. Sangita: Koi nahi dekhta, aap aise hi bolte ho. Me: Agar main nahi dekhta, to mujhe kaise pata chalta? Sangita: Hmm. Me: Tumhe main madam ki bra du? Sangita: Madam ki? mujhe nahi aayegi shayad. Me: Try karo. Kuch hai purani wali, jab madam ko pehla bachha hua tha. Sangita: Dedo, main try karke dekhungi. Madam ko bol dena. Me: Maine bola tha, magar shayad wo bhool gayi. Me: Ek kaam karo, kal madam ko call pe bol dena iske baare mein. Fir madam bol dengi mujhe. Magar ye matt bolna ki maine already de diya hai tumhe. Sangita: Samajh gayi. Then I took out some old bras and gave them to her. I gave breastfeeding bra only with one sexy red bra. Sangita: Sirf ye theek hai. Red wali ki zaroorat nahi hai. Me: Why? Ye achi nahi hai? Sangita: Achi hai, magar ye main pehnungi to mother in law bolengi ki kisne di, kyun di, kaha se layi. So ye rehne do. Me: Main samajh gaya. Theek hai, ye wali rakh lo, aur kal se pehan kar aana. Agar nahi achi lagi to nayi khareed lena. Main paise de doonga. Sangita: Theek hai. The next day, I was working on my computer. She came around 8 am with her kid. I opened the door for her and casually walked back to work. After an hour, she came to my room and asked me – Sangita: Maine madam se baat karke wo bra maangi hai. Aapko call aayi? Me: Yes, maine bol diya ki main de doonga. Maine madam ko poocha wo red bra ke liye jo madam ko badi lag rahi thi. To madam ne mujhe bola ki wo bhi de dena. Sangita: Kya saab aap bhi. Me: Acha koi baat nahi, sirf yaha par pehan lena, ghar jaane ke time nikaal kar jana. Sangita: Kuch bhi bolte ho aap. Madam ki yaad aa rahi hai lagta hai. Me: Haa. Then she left. I was running with lots of patience. She used to come in my room for feeding each day, but very securely she was feeding and leaving. Then one day – Sangita: Sonu, chal jaldi kar, kaam karna hai. Me: Kya hua, Sangita? Sangita: Aaj isko masti soojhi hai, paas aake pee nahi raha. Me: Ye madam ke sath bhi hota tha. Sangita: Matlab? Me: : Jab hamara bacha dheere-dheere bada ho raha tha, tab wo aise hi karta tha. Sangita: Ye ho sakta hai. Sonu bhi abhi thoda baahar ka doodh pee raha hai. Me: Madam ko maine bahut help ki tab. Sangita: Kaise ? Me: Kuch nahi, wo bachhe ko bolti thi ki jaldi aaja warna papa aa jayenge. Main kabhi-kabhi madam ko god mein let jata tha, acting karta tha bachha ban jaane ki. Sangita: Acha? Fir? Me: Wo start mein to bhaag kar aa jata tha, baad mein wo dheere-dheere samajh gaya ki hum naatak karte the. Tab main sirf madam ko… Sangita: Kya? Me: Matlab ki madam mujhe bolti thi. Sangita: Kya Bolti thi?. Me: Jaane do, kuch nahi. Sangita: Bataiye na. Me: Wahi mujhe bolti thi ki main uski madad karu, aur main karta tha. Sangita: Kaise? Me: Main wo bol nahi sakta. Acha nahi lagega. Sangita: Theek hai saab. Koi baat nahi. Few days gone like this. One day when her kid was not coming to her she said- Sangita: Sonu, chal aaja warna main uncle ko de doongi? I was working, but suddenly I turned and saw her. She was smiling at me. Sangita: Kya hua saab? Me: Maine kuch suna. Sangita: Kya Suna? Me: Wahi ki tum mujhe de dogi.